"Harumph," Masters McClain coughed nervously. The truth of the matter was that this famous and wealthy man was not very comfortable in the presence of good-looking women. "Yes. Harumph! Harumph! I… I, uh see that you have the obvious qualifications necessary. But tell me, Miss Morgan, how much performing have you done?"
She strode commandingly to his aluminum desk and stared sternly down at him. "I've done enough. I've always been applauded, wherever I went." Her smile was sensually meaningful.
Its significance did not escape the short executive.
"Perhaps," he began tentatively, "perhaps we should arrange some kind of an audition."
"An audition?" Lenny raised her eyebrows innocently, "whatever do you mean, Mr. McClain?"
The tiny man laughed sinisterly. "Imenlo!" he called through his intercom, "Imenlo! Come in here at once!"
The man who appeared in the doorway seemed only half-human. He was extremely large, perhaps seven feet tall, and his body rippled with over developed muscles.
"Miss Morgan," McClain introduced the strange man to her, "this is my associate, Imenlo. He specializes in this sort of activity." In point of fact, Lenny thought that this last statement was probably true. But she honestly wondered if this strange new guy on the scene would speak to her or merely grunt and scratch at his underarms.
In truth, Imenlo did neither. He looked at the young blonde woman for several minutes, then began to undress himself hastily.
"Just a fucking minute!" protested the hesitant Lenny. "I usually get paid for my services."
"Of course," Masters McClain bent over his and produced an ornate looking checkbook, "I'll be glad to write you a check, my dear Miss Morgan. How much do you require?"
"Six-hundred dollars."
Masters scratched out that amount on the check with his pen and then handed the small green paper to Lenny. On the check, she was surprised to see a replica of the tiny sex machine that she had previously seen in Boss Carl's office. It was the Xylotrope!
She paused only for a second, then deposited the check in her handbag. With great poise and grace, Lenny Morgan turned to the beastly figure of Imenlo.
The brute grinned and made a low guttural sound in his throat, "Guh, guh, guhrooveee!"
"Yes, quite so Imenlo, quite groovy." Masters McClain lit a long, thin cigar and leaned back in his swivel chair. "If you don't mind, Miss Morgan, I would like to watch."
She merely nodded and looked appraisingly at the figure of Imenlo. As this huge fellow began to undress, he exposed a body almost completely covered with hair. It brought back to her fond memories of the affair with the gorilla.
Lenny slipped her blouse off from her shoulders and unfastened her skirt, which fell gently to the carpeted floor. She turned toward the evil grinning figure of McClain and began a most lascivious dance.
Her hips thrust vigorously out toward the small man, who ogled and puffed at the pencil-thin cigar. Lenny knew that this little bastard was the one she must please. Poor old Imenlo was no more than a tool in his master's hands.
Of course, she realized with a shudder, if things went well for Xylotropic Industries, all of us might be helpless tools in the hands of this little eunuch.
By this time lovely Lenny was clad in nothing but her black lace panties, which she always wore on occasions of this sort. With a wiggling of her full and desirable hips, the blonde beauty managed to work the filmy underpants down over her knees. She began to moan and croon most seductively as she did this.
Poor old Imenlo was going out of his mind. He pawed and thrashed at his clothing, ripping them off as though they were no more than mere encumbrance. When finally an absolutely naked creature, he sprang toward Lenny with lust in his eyes.
She held him off and scolded him like one might scold a disobedient child.
"No, not yet you big bastard, be patient." Lenny caressed her smooth and curvaceous body with temptingly familiar hands. "I'm beautiful, don't you think so, Imenlo?"
Imenlo grunted enthusiastically in reply.
"Do you like my breasts?" she asked, cradling the two beautiful fruits in her hands.
Imenlo nodded and scratched at his chest with a huge, hairy hand. Lenny expected this ugly brute of a man to start thumping on his breast and shouting out the cry of the jungle any minute. Nevertheless, she went on dutifully with her performance.
"Now, Imenlo, you be a good boy and I'll show you something else."
Imenlo backed up against the wall and tried to control the compulsive twitchings of his hairy torso. He wanted this woman in the worst way, yet he found it delightful to allow her to tempt him and order him around.
"A good boy would get down on his knees to a lovely girl like me." Lenny's voice was low and sensuous.
She moved her delicate fingers down from the jutting breasts to the swelling of her tummy.
"Wouldn't you like to nibble on my tummy?" she asked in a hoarse moan.
"Unnnn," Imenlo found it almost completely impossible to control himself now. His wide eyes watched with fascination as the woman's fingers slid down from her navel to the soft cleft between her thighs. "Unnnn," he grunted, "unnn, yaaaa."
Lenny smiled sweetly as she sped to her task; her skillful fingers spread the wetting lips of her cunt. She leaned back and swung her body in a slow circle, so that both men in the room would have a chance to see her pubic beauties.
"You look like such a nice man, Imenlo," she purred, "wouldn't you like to kiss me here?"
The hirsute ogre charged her then, driving his full length of cock up into her cunt simultaneously with his, knocking her forcibly from her feet. Lenny grunted as the huge shaft sunk into her, she had no time to think, it all happened much too fast.
Masters McClain sat on his swivel chair, rocking back and forth and puffing energetically on the skinny cigar. His lips cracked into a peculiar, somewhat unpleasant smile.
Just as Lenny felt the huge organ smashing up into her for a third time, she saw Imenlo's face freeze into a pallid contortion. He was coming.
His climax was sudden and violent. It was over as quickly as it had begun. The beast had serviced her and promptly fell asleep on top of her.
She struggled to get out from under him. Finally, she succeeded in pulling herself from under the hairy mound.
Mister McClain was staring at her with an odd, superior smile on his thin lips.
"Really, now, Miss Morgan," he chided, "wasn't that a rather unpleasant and sordid experience?"
She looked back at the hirsute form that was now supine on the carpeted floor of the office. The monstrous Imenlo was now sound asleep. It seemed unlikely to Lenny that anyone would be able to awaken him for hours.
"Yes," she said pointedly, "I suppose it was."
"Well," it was obvious that Masters McClain was going to go into an extended apostrophe of the blessings of his newest love machine. "In that case, and if we may be so presumptuous as to say that what is the case with Lenny Morgan is probably even more the case with the average woman, that it is plain to us that a woman in the modern world does not get the satisfaction that she deserves. Not, that is, from her sexual counterpart in the human species. It is to alleviate this exact situation that we at Xylotropic Industries have invented the machine that I'm about to show you."
He produced the Xylotrope with a stately gesture. The machine – in full size and splendor – was as repulsive looking to Lenny as it had been when Boss Carl showed her his working model.
"My, my," she lied, "what an exciting looking gadget!"
McClain smiled proudly and went into a dissertation on its advantages. "This is our pride and joy, the Xylotrope. It is a sexual device, designed to fit the stimulatory needs of the female genitalia. With proper instruction in its use, even the most frigid of women may achieve orgasm in a matter of seconds."